| Running through the night time baby, looking like a wreck
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| Got too many highlights with a lovelight on her neck
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| Lookin' for some paydirt that’ll maybe come around
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| Everybody wonderin' what’s that sound?
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| Highway, do ya, do ya, do ya
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| Move me
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| Highway, do ya, do ya, do ya
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| Always
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| Standing in the doorway of a little black shop
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| Lifting off the penknife and a-ringin' up the cops
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| Running down the street, everybody sees
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| What she’s got is what she needs and
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| What she loves is me
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| Highway, do ya, do ya, do ya. |
| Baby
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| Highway, do ya, do ya, do ya. |
| Play dead
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| Highway, do ya, do ya, do ya. |
| Who’s making you follow
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| Highway, do ya, do ya, do ya. |
| Lose me in the hollow
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| Lose me tomorrow, every night and every hour
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| Take me higher every day, move me baby, move me
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| Everybody wonders why you’re lookin' such a wreck
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| Down the
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| Highway, do ya, do ya, do ya. |
| Liftin' up your penknife
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| Highway, do ya, do ya, do ya. |
| Lookin' for some paydirt
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| Everybody wonders why you didn’t mind the store
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| They don’t know what you’re sellin'
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| No
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| Somebody can move me, oh I feel it shakin'
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| Words are gettin' higher, everybody fire
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| Oh the sun is risin' again
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| Hey now baby, what you doin', I’ll be coming
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| Never mind the highway, I’ll be runnin'
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| Runnin'
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| Runnin' |